Ever have a nightmare so frightening you wake up bathed in sweat, your heart is pounding, and you’re anchored to your bed by confusion, and fear? The dream felt so real, and surely if you got up, there’d be a boogeyman standing in the dark corner waiting for you to walk by on your way to the bathroom?
So, last night I lay in bed and racked my brain on what to blog about for Halloween weekend. I’d been reading scary, spooky books this month and was hoping to post my recommendations for the blog. I fell asleep, and along came a nightmare, instead.
**The husband in my dream looked nothing like the man I really am married to, but he was behind the wheel of a junker of a white mini-van, I was in the passenger seat, and we were laughing about something as we drove down a parking ramp.
He braked to a stop to avoid what lay, sprawled and lifeless, at the bottom of the ramp–a human body, clothed in a light track suit. Beneath the body, an inky pool of liquid blackened and spread across the concrete at a frightening rate. Blood!
Two figures moved out from behind the body and advanced toward the van. I saw the long silvery flash of a machete being wielded by one of the men. Oddly, there wasn’t any blood on the blade, but I wasn’t about to roll my window down (even in my dream) and make polite inquiries.
“Back up. Hurry!” I pleaded, but my partner, driver, husband—whatever he was—realized the danger we were in. He’d shifted into reverse and was already backing away. There wasn’t a car behind us, and we managed to slip into an opening in traffic and race off.
I pressed the locking mechanism on the door as a cautionary measure, unbuckled myself and stumbled to the back of the van to look out the rear window. Suddenly we found ourselves stuck in traffic!
Twenty yards away, the two men emerged onto the sidewalk, and were quickly walking toward us. There were other people strolling along, crowding them out and slowing them down. But with our van at a dead stop, their steps picked up speed, and stealth, toward our unmoving van!
My gaze focused on the one man I could see through the throng of pedestrians heading our way. I blinked in surprise, struck by a sense of familiarity in the way his crop of dark hair curled at the ends. His lean, handsome features flashed through my mind. My brain sought a match, struggling to link him to a place in my past where we’d met before.
A woman got in his way before my mind could tag him with an identity. He didn’t shove the woman aside, but checked his stride and slowed down. Traffic moved just as the woman stepped out of the way, yet seconds later we jerked to another stop in traffic!
I sought out his features for closer inspection, and found myself staring directly into a telephoto zoom lens pointed directly at me instead… **
A common nightmare is being chased by something. When I was a child, it was a monster that chased me. As an adult, why a nightmare about being chased by a hot-looking criminal?? Why am I in a mini-van? Why not a dream about sipping icy cocktails topped with drink umbrellas speared with juicy chunks of ripe mango under a palm tree? Ah well, the best thing about nightmares is eventually you wake up to a reality that’s somewhere far from Elm Street. Happy dreaming!